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Sunday, June 30, 2013

After his father’s tragic death, sixteen-year old Ben Sharp is living a life of solitude in a one room cabin in the woods. He is lonely and restless but cannot see a way to change his situation. His life takes an unexpected turn the day two horse thieves ride up leading a stolen stallion. When the two outlaws attempt to rob him, Ben is able to turn the tables. His successful capture of the men opens up his world to the life of the bounty hunter. Ben sets out on a journey that will transform him from a boy into a man. This coming of age tale is full of action, adventure, humor, and romance.

BOUNTY HUNTER: THE BEGINNING is the first book in the Bounty Hunter series

Friday, June 28, 2013

One of the most difficult choices a
cat owner faces is whether or not to have their cat declawed.Here are some facts to help in making that
decision:

1)What does the surgery entail?

The claws are removed by removing
the last bone in the digit. Essentially,
that would be like removing the ends of all your fingers. So, it is not just the nail itself that is
removed. The bone has to be removed or
the claw will re-grow. Not only will the
claw re-grow, but it will re-grow in an abnormal way and cause a lot of
discomfort for the cat.

2)How painful is the surgery?

This really depends on the age of
the cat. Young kittens who are declawed
before they are six months old usually recover within just a few days. After the first few days, they rarely show any
signs of discomfort. Cats who are declawed
over six months of age often show signs of discomfort in their paws for several
weeks. However, there are some very good
analgesics (pain medications) on the market that have significantly reduced the
amount of post-surgical pain felt by these older cats.But, if you are going to have the surgery
done, the younger the cat the better.

3)What are some alternatives?

There are several behavioral
modification techniques that you can try if your kitten or cat is destroying
your furniture. First, cats do not like
water or loud noises. So, if you spray
them with water or blow an air horn every time you catch them scratching
something they aren't supposed to scratch, this will be a major deterrent for
them. They also tend to stay away from
citrus smells. So, you can try using
lemon or orange scents on the furniture you don't want them to scratch. Finally, they don't like the feel of plastic
or aluminum foil on their paws. So, you
can put a barrier they would have to walk across to get to their favorite
scratching area.

Next, you will need to give them an
assortment of alternative places to scratch. These need to be more attractive than the
furniture. Catnip works really well to
attract cats to the post you want them to scratch.

Unlike most dogs, cats tend to take
a toenail trims pretty well.You can use
human nail clippers to trim the cat’s nails. Dog toenail trimmers are too big and bulky for
the small cat claws. To trim a cat's
nails, press on the end of the toe and the nail pops out. Then, you can trim off the tips. By keeping the nails short, they will do
significantly less damage when your cat does scratch.

Finally, there are products that can
be glued onto your cat’s claws. I have
found these to be difficult to use. They
don't all pop off at once and so it seems to be a constant struggle to keep
them on the cat’s claws.

I recommend trying all of the above
alternatives before deciding to have your cat declawed; especially, if the cat
is an adult. However, I worked in an
animal shelter for several years, and one of the things that caused me the
biggest heartache was to see really nice cats given up for adoption because
they were destroying the furniture in the house. Many of the cats never got adopted. So, I would definitely support having your cat
declawed, if the only other alternatives are to turn her out or have her
euthanized. Most cats recover just fine
from the surgery and go on to lead happy, healthy lives.

Friday, June 21, 2013

It was time for me to read a good book. This one did not disappoint me. Dr. Rebecca Miller was our heroine. She is a veterinarian who just loves all the animals to bits. We cannot help but to love her right away. She is sweet to the dogs, cats, and even the escaped ferret. She coaches basketball to a young girls’ team and in her spare time, she takes her dog Captain to volunteer at the hospital in the children’s ward. What is not to like??The only thing missing is a man.

Enter Derrick Peterson, is the hot ER doctor who literally plows into her one day at the school gym. Then shares an elevator later with her at the hospital. Derrick’s mom wants to set them up on a blind date, but, alas, poor Derrick has been burned in love before and does not want anything to do with our lovely Rebecca so he passes her name on to his friend Mitchell.

Of course, this just cannot be. Enter some zealous friends, interfering mothers, a new date named Brian and a crazy mean bad guy that is out to get Miss Rebecca and you have the making for a really sweet story. It seems that at every turn there are obstacles that keep Rebecca and Derrick from acting on their attraction to one another. The chemistry between the two of them is sizzling, poor Derrick is like a man possessed at work trying to work out his frustrations.

This was definitely a nice fun read. It was catchy, easy to read and just kept me turning the pages. There was lots of conflicts and some scary parts that had me quite concerned for the characters. I was laughing at parts and crying at others. Please read this book, you will not be disappointed.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Several intestinal
worms infest dogs.The most common
intestinal worms are roundworms, hookworms, whipworms, and tapeworms.The one most commonly seen by the owner is
the tapeworm.It looks like a small
grain of rice.The dog is not actually
passing the whole worm.It is passing an
immature worm that breaks off the mature worm.The mature tapeworm can be several inches long and is flat.

Occasionally, if the
worm burden is high enough, the owner may also see roundworms in the stool, or
the dog may vomit up the roundworms.These are long spaghetti-shaped worms.However, most of the time the dog only passes the roundworm, hookworm,
or whipworm eggs, which are microscopic.Therefore, you will not see the worms themselves.

Symptoms of intestinal
parasite infestation include: weight loss (or failure to gain weight) and loose
stools.Occasionally, in small puppies,
high worm burdens can cause vomiting.Hookworms can also cause bloody stools.

Another common
intestinal parasite is Giardia.This is
not a worm, but is a protozoa.Dogs with
Giardia infections usually have very loose stools to runny diarrhea.

Puppies will often have
multiple infestations. It is common for
them to have roundworms, hookworms, whipworms, and Giardia all at the same
time.Therefore, it is very important to
deworm puppies.Typically, your
veterinarian will deworm your puppy at the same time he receives his
vaccinations.Dog breeders will start
deworming puppies as early as a couple of weeks of age.

Roundworms, hookworms,
whipworms, and Giardia are all transmitted fecal-orally through the ingestion
of the eggs.The infested dog will pass
the eggs in his stool and then the next dog usually picks the eggs up on his
feet.Then, when he groom himself, he
ingests the eggs.The eggs then mature
into adult worms.

Tapeworms are
transmitted by the flea.Dogs typically
get tapeworms from biting at the fleas that are biting them.They accidentally ingest the flea, and the
immature stages of the tapeworm are released and mature into adult tapeworms.Cats often become infested with tapeworms by
eating a rodent (rat or mouse) that has fleas.

Most heartworm
medications also contain medication that will kill roundworms and hookworms.So, you are giving them a monthly heartworm
and intestinal worm treatment with each monthly dose.

Tapeworms are not
killed by most heartworm medications.Also, most over-the-counter medication do not kill tapeworms.If you see evidence of your pet passing tapeworms,
it is important to make sure you are using a deworming medication that kills
them.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Dr. Rebecca Miller is a gifted veterinarian, leading a happy and fulfilling life at her veterinary clinic. Her Golden Retriever, Captain, is her constant and only companion, and she doesn’t see the need for any men in her life. She believes that having crossed the Rubicon of thirty, her odds aren’t that great anyway. However, her mother has other plans. She wants grandchildren.

Rebecca runs (literally) into Derrick on a basketball court, and she feels a strange attraction to the tanned and handsome ER doctor.

Coincidentally, Rebecca’s mom sets up a blind date for Rebecca originally intended to be with Derrick. It goes haywire and she winds up with Derrick’s best friend, Mitch, on a double date. Unfortunately, Derrick has shown up with a stunning blonde and this does nothing to make Rebecca think she has a chance with Derrick.

Rebecca is an independent, tough, and intelligent heroine. And the rest of the other characters are written with a depth and realism that makes you really care about their lives. The interaction and chemistry was great, and the dialogue terrific.

Being an animal lover, I enjoyed the realistic depiction of veterinary life, especially after I discovered that the author is herself a veterinarian.

I also liked the quick pace of this story. Ms. Tiner keeps it moving and doesn’t get caught up in lengthy filler paragraphs that you’ll find in other books.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

I am happy to announce that my new contemporary romance DOGS AREN'T MEN is now available!

BOOK DESCRIPTION:

A contemporary romance.

Rebecca Miller is a
gifted veterinarian with an extraordinary understanding of animal behavior. She
is leading a fulfilling life as the owner and operator of the Animal Friends
Veterinary Clinic. Ever since her 30th birthday, her mother has made
it her mission to help Rebecca find a man, get married, and give her
grandchildren. But Rebecca doesn’t see the need for a man in her life. She has
her dog, Captain, and that’s all the companionship she needs. However, her world
changes the day she literally runs into Derrick Peterson, a gorgeously handsome
ER doctor.

Derrick’s experiences
with women have taught him that they are vain, silly, and untrustworthy. He
keeps his relationships with them brief and superficial. However, he finds
himself being irresistibly drawn to Rebecca. She’s smart, witty, compassionate,
and very different from the women he usually encounters. Will Rebecca be the
one to break down the wall he’s spent a lifetime building around his heart?

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Dogs and cats are both
susceptible to ear mite infestations.However, the most common victims are kittens.Ear mites are microscopic creatures.Under the microscope, they resemble a
tick.These little creatures will set up
residence inside the kitten’s ear canal.The mites crawl around inside the ear causing the kitten constant
irritation.The most common symptom your
kitten will demonstrate is constant scratching and digging at her ears.She will also shake her head a lot.Ear mites feed on dead skin, so they don’t
cause damage to the ear.However, the
kitten’s constant scratching can cause damage to the sensitive skin inside the
ear, which can lead to a secondary bacterial infection.Another symptom associated with ear mites is
a build-up of black debris that has a gritty quality.It has a consistency similar to sand.This build-up is essentially mite waste.

Ear mites do not infest
humans.However, as I said, they will
infest both dogs and cats.It is common
to have more than one animal in the household affected.The treatment is simple and involves
thoroughly cleaning the ears and applying medication.It is important to consult your veterinarian
for treatment options.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

“Good morning, kids,”
Dr. Rebecca Miller said in greeting to the two dogs and three cats who were
currently residing in the intensive care unit of the Animal Friends Veterinary
Clinic. Dr. Miller was the clinic’s owner and its only veterinarian. She
typically arrived at the clinic about an hour before the rest of her staff to
check on her patients.

Rebecca stood a little over five feet tall.
She had an athletic build that attested to her active lifestyle. She kept her
medium length, brown hair pulled back from her face more from necessity than
preference. She was all about practicality and keeping her hair pulled back
prevented it from getting in her way while she worked. On more than one
occasion, she had thought about cutting it all off, but she hadn’t been able to
bring herself to do it.

“How’s
everyone feeling this morning?” Dr. Miller’s habit of talking to the animals,
as if they understood every word she said, was a constant source of amusement
to her staff as well as her patients’ owners. It was also one of the reasons
she had a reputation for being an excellent veterinarian. Dr. Miller loved
animals and it showed. In fact, she felt much more comfortable talking to them
than she did their owners. She had never been much of a people person.
Oftentimes, she barely even noticed the person standing in the exam room. Instead,
her focus was centered entirely on her patient. Oftentimes, a client would
approach her at a public place and Rebecca would have no idea who they were
until they mentioned their pet.

“Looks like you got your IV all twisted up
again, Harvey,” she said reproachfully, addressing the red and white Boxer who
sat in the wire cage at the far end of the small room that served as the ICU. Harvey
looked up at her through large brown eyes, the wrinkles on his face adding to
his guilty expression. He wagged his stubbed tail enthusiastically as she
approached him. Rebecca opened the cage door and crawled part way inside. She
reached for Harvey’s leg and pulled it toward her in order to flush the catheter
with heparinized saline. Harvey bumped his muzzle into Rebecca’s shoulder,
knocking her to one side.

“Hey, watch it, you big oaf,” she chided as
she righted herself.

Harvey let out an apologetic whimper.

“I forgive you,” Rebecca chuckled, reaching out
to rub Harvey on the ears. He moaned softly and leaned into her hand. “Like
that, do ya?” she asked as she continued to massage his ear. “I think you’re
looking good enough to go home this morning, big guy. How about you don’t eat
any more of your mom’s clothes, okay?”

To the embarrassment of Harvey’s owner,
Rebecca had removed three socks and two pairs of lacy underwear from Harvey’s
stomach two days previously. Rebecca had been relieved that the underwear had
indeed belonged to Mrs. Johnston. The last time she had removed underwear from
one of her patient’s digestive tracts it had turned out not to belong to the
dog’s owner, but instead had belonged to her husband’s mistress. That was a
scene Rebecca was happy not to repeat.

She backed out of Harvey’s cage and went to
check on her other patients. They occupied the bank of stainless steel cages
that were pushed up against the room’s north wall. The bank was arranged so
that four small cages rested on top of two larger ones. Rebecca’s short frame
made it difficult for her to reach the patients in the top cages. She pulled up
a step ladder and climbed onto it, raising herself up high enough to peer into
one of the upper cages.

A low growl emanated from the cage. Rebecca
smiled at the gray tomcat who sat hunched in the back corner of the cage. The
strong ammonia-laced scent of cat urine filled her nostrils. She wrinkled her
nose and said, “It smells awful in there, but I’m glad to see you’re urinating,
Mr. Jenkins.”

He had been brought into the clinic two days
with a blocked urethra. Dr. Miller had passed a urinary catheter to clear the
blockage. She had pulled the catheter the night before in the hope that Mr.
Jenkins would be able to urinate on his own.

The cat glared at her and let out another
low, threatening growl. He twitched his tail in agitation. “I don’t blame you. I’d
be upset too, if I’d been put through the indignities you’ve had to suffer for
the last two days,” Rebecca said in a soft soothing tone. “Easy does it, I’m
just gonna reach in there and pull out that stinky towel. You know, it would’ve
been more pleasant for everyone, if you had used the litter box.”

Mr. Jenkins continued to growl threateningly
as Rebecca gingerly reached into his cage and pulled out the urine soaked
towel. “You are a contrary one, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’m sending you home
today. You won’t have to spend another night in a room full of dogs.”

Just then, Rebecca heard someone knocking on
the front door. She stood and hurried toward the front of the clinic. She knew
that someone banging on the door at that time in the morning meant they had an
emergency, or at least they thought they did. Pet owners were funny. There were
the owners who completely overreacted to a mild symptom and rushed their pet in
to see her, and then there were the owners who would wait until it was too late
for her to help the pet before they brought it in. She really never knew which
one she was going to get.

As she entered the waiting room, she saw a
woman with a panicked look on her face peering through the window. Rebecca
pulled the door open. Before she could say anything, the woman blurted out, “I
just ran over my dog. He’s in the car. He’s bleeding. Please help him.”

“How big is he? Do I need to get a
stretcher?” Rebecca asked.

“He’s only about 20 pounds. I was afraid to
move him, so I left him in the car,” the woman answered, casting a worried
glance toward the Jeep that was parked in front of the clinic.

“Okay, let me take a look at him,” Rebecca said
as she walked toward the woman’s vehicle.

The woman hurried ahead of her and opened
the left rear door. Rebecca leaned inside. A brown and white mixed breed with
wiry hair was lying on a blanket. He was taking quick, shallow breaths. Rebecca
could see blood oozing out of his nose. His right rear leg hung at an awkward
angle. Rebecca wrapped the blanket around the dog and gently lifted him into
her arms. As she turned to move toward the clinic, she asked, “What’s his
name?”

“Benson,” answered the woman.

Rebecca took Benson into one of the exam
rooms. When she placed him on the stainless steel table that took up the center
of the small room, he lifted his head and wagged his tail at her.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” Rebecca cooed. “I
know you’re hurting and yet you still managed a tail wag for me.”

She continued to talk to him while she
performed her examination. She listened to his heart and lungs, palpated his
abdomen, and looked for any external injuries. Benson’s owner stood on the
opposite side of the table nervously wringing her hands. When Rebecca finished,
she looked up and said, “His lungs sound like he has a contusion on the right
side. He is also showing signs of shock and his right rear leg is broken. I
need to get him started on an IV to stabilize him. Then I’d like to take some
radiographs to see how badly the leg is broken and to look for any other broken
bones.”

“All right,” the woman answered. “Please do
whatever he needs. I feel terrible. I didn’t even know he was outside. My
husband let him out the front door right as I was backing out of the garage.”

The bell over the front door jingled as
someone entered the clinic. “Good morning, Rebecca,” the new arrival called.

“Good morning, June,” Rebecca responded. A
moment later, a large-boned, older woman with short gray hair poked her head
into the room. Her round face was smooth despite her age. Her blue eyes
sparkled with intelligence and good humor.

“Who
do you have there?” she asked.

“This is Benson. He’s been hit by a car and
is in shock. Could you please give me a hand getting an IV started?”

“Sure thing. Let me just put my stuff away
and I’ll be right there.”

June Montgomery had been Rebecca’s receptionist
since she had opened Animal Friends five years ago. Rebecca had hit the jackpot
when she had hired June. She was friendly, efficient, and caring, all the
qualities needed in a good receptionist. She and June had immediately bonded. She
relied heavily on June to handle the duties of smoothing the ruffled feathers
of unhappy clients as well as collecting overdue payments. Rebecca knew the
place wouldn’t run nearly as efficiently without June there to handle the front
office.

She nodded in response to June. Then she
said to Benson’s owner, “Make sure he doesn’t decide to leap off the table
while I go get the supplies I need to place the IV.”

A few minutes later, she had the IV running.
She and June shot the radiographs. Then she carried them into the exam room to
show Benson’s owner. “Benson’s right tibia and fibula are broken. Those are the
bones in the lower half of the right leg,” she said, pointing to the break on
the radiograph. “The good news is that the break was clean. He’ll need to be in
a cast for 4-6 weeks, but the leg will be good as new. Nothing else seems to be
broken.” She pointed to the chest radiograph and said, “The lungs should be
black. Air doesn’t show up on a radiograph. However, you can see all this
cloudy, white stuff here.” She pointed to the spot on the radiograph. “That’s
the contusion I was talking about. It will heal with the help of some
medication. Bottom line, with a little TLC, Benson is going to be fine.”

The woman sighed with relief and said,
“Thank you so much. When can I take him home?”

“He’ll need to stay here today to get more
fluids. He should be able to go home tomorrow. We’ve got him all set up in a
cage in the ICU. You’re welcome to go back and see him before you leave,”
Rebecca answered.

Rebecca
took Benson’s owner to the ICU. Silent tears ran down her cheeks as she opened
Benson’s cage door and gently ran her hands over his head. “I’m so sorry,
Benson,” she whispered. “I love you. You’re such a wonderful dog.” Then she said
to Rebecca, “I really need to get to work. I’ll call later this afternoon to
check on him.” She closed the cage and hurried out of the room. Benson
whimpered softly.

“Don’t worry, Benson. She’ll be back,”
Rebecca soothed.

After the woman left, Rebecca finished
checking on her other patients. Lobo, a young Blue Heeler mix, had broken his
leg and had a large section of his skin torn off of his hip and thigh when he
fell out of the back of his owner’s pickup. Rebecca had given Lobo’s owner an
ear full on the importance of making sure his dog was secure when riding in the
back of a truck. The man had been shocked and a little angry, but Rebecca
hadn’t cared. She was usually very even-tempered. However, dogs riding
unsecured in the back of pickups was one issue that could get her fired up
quickly. She had been embarrassed by her outburst after the man left, but
whenever she looked at Lobo’s leg, her irritation returned. She would have to
wait for Jimmy, her technician, to arrive to help her clean and dress his
wounds.

The two kittens, one male and one female, in
the other top cage were litter mates. They had been brought in to be neutered
and spayed. Their owner had asked to leave them overnight due to her late work
schedule. They would be going home first thing this morning.

A few minutes later, Jimmy sauntered into
the clinic. “Morning, Doc,” he greeted. Just out of high school, Jimmy still
had the acned face of a teenager. He was tall and lean with sandy blond hair
that fell across his hazel eyes. He wore a faded T-shirt and jeans with rips in
the knees.

Three months ago, Jillian, her previous
technician, had suddenly eloped leaving Rebecca in a jam. Jimmy had walked in
two days later asking for a job. Rebecca had been certain he wouldn’t last, but
he had been very persuasive during his interview and she had decided to give
him a chance. Since that time, he had proven himself to be a hard worker and a
fast learner. He had not given Rebecca any reason to regret her decision.

“Good morning, Jimmy,” Rebecca returned.

“Who’s the new arrival?” Jimmy asked.

“That’s Benson. His owner accidentally ran
over him with her Jeep this morning.”

“Bummer for him,” Jimmy responded.

“Yeah,” Rebecca agreed, “Thankfully, he
wasn’t hurt too badly. Grab Lobo while I get some bandaging material and we’ll see
how his wound looks today.”

A few moments later, Jimmy laid Lobo down on
the grated table in the middle of the treatment area that ran behind the two
exam rooms. “Man, you sure tore into that dude yesterday. I’ve never seen you
so mad,” he said, grinning at Rebecca while she carefully removed Lobo’s
bandage.

“Yeah, well, you can see what his negligence
did to his dog,” grumbled Rebecca defensively.

“I didn’t say he didn’t deserve it,” replied
Jimmy. “I just didn’t know you had it in you. The guy outweighed you by 100
pounds and you intimidated him. It was fun to watch.”

Wanting to change the subject, Rebecca said,
“It looks really good.” She ran warm water over the wound to clean it and to
stimulate blood flow to the area.

Understanding Dr. Miller’s desire steer the
subject away from what happened yesterday, Jimmy let it drop and replied, “Sure
does. You think it’ll leave much of a scar?”

“No, once it’s all healed, it will barely be
noticeable.”

The rest of the day passed like most days in
a busy veterinary practice. Dr. Miller spent the morning performing spays, neuters,
and other minor surgical procedures. She spent the afternoon seeing patients.
She administered vaccines, treated ear infections, and gave several lectures on
the importance of dental hygiene. By the end of the day, she was exhausted.

As Rebecca was locking up for the night, she
felt a spurt of satisfaction. She loved being a veterinarian. It was all she
had ever wanted to do. She had set her goal on becoming a vet while she was
still in elementary school and had never wavered from it.

Rebecca drove the short distance to her home
at the end of a cul-de-sac in an older subdivision. The house had belonged to
her grandmother. Rebecca inherited it when her grandmother had passed away a
year ago. It was a red brick home built in the 1970s. It still had all the
trimmings inside typical of houses from that era, including orange Formica
countertops, wood paneled walls, and green shag carpet. All of her savings had
gone into building and starting up Animal Friends, so there hadn’t been any money
left to remodel the house. Now that the clinic was finally making a profit, she
intended to start fixing up the place. The green shag was definitely going to
be the first thing to go.

Rebecca pulled her blue Camry into the
driveway on the left side of the house and parked under the carport. It was
early spring and a light rain had begun to fall. She was grateful for the carport’s
protective covering as she stepped out of her car. She hurried across the open
space between the carport and her front door. As soon as she stepped inside the
house, she was greeted by a large Golden Retriever holding a tennis ball in his
mouth.

“Hi, Captain,” she greeted warmly as she
came down to her knees to wrap her arms around the dog’s neck. “How’s my boy?”
Captain leaned into her embrace. His feet danced beneath him as his
enthusiastic tail wagging rocked his big body back and forth. Rebecca chuckled
and said, “I missed you, too.”

She straightened and move toward the back
door. Captain padded softly along beside her. “Sorry, buddy, but you’re gonna
get a little wet out there,” she said as she opened the door to let Captain outside.
The big dog trotted across the back porch and leaped off of it, bypassing the
stairs. Her back yard was enclosed by a privacy fence, so she didn’t need to
worry about Captain wandering out of the yard. Rebecca closed the door and
moved toward the kitchen to see what she could rummage up to eat for dinner.

Half an hour later, she and Captain were
curled up on the sofa watching television when her cell phone rang. Rebecca
reached for the phone and saw that the call was from her mother, Barbara Miller.

“Hi, Mom,” she answered.

“Hello, Rebecca. How was work today?” her
mother asked.

“Good,” Rebecca replied. “It was a pretty
ordinary day.”

“Did you meet anyone interesting?”

Rebecca sighed. By ‘interesting’ her mother
meant had she met anyone who would make prospective marriage material. Recently,
getting Rebecca married had become Barbara’s number one priority. Ever since
Rebecca had graduated veterinary school, Barbara had made sure to occasionally
remind Rebecca about the need to find a good man. However, since Rebecca’s 30th
birthday three months ago, Barbara had changed her game plan and made it an
almost daily topic of conversation.

“I love you, too, Mom,” Rebecca answered as
she ended the call. Rebecca heaved another big sigh. It wasn’t as if she didn’t
want a man in her life. She had dated a few times, but nothing serious. During
veterinary school, she had been too focused on her studies. Then, for the last
few years, all her energy had been devoted to getting Animal Friends off the
ground. When Rebecca added the knowledge that she wasn’t going to win any
beauty contests to the fact that she was 30 years old, she concluded her
chances of finding someone anytime soon were slim to none. She also knew that
her mom didn’t see it that way and therefore, wouldn’t stop hounding her about
finding a husband.

“Like I said to her, Captain, you’re the man
in my life,” she said, giving him a good belly scratch.He moaned his pleasure. Her mother’s words
echoed through her mind. ‘Dogs aren’t men, Rebecca.’ She’s right about that. Dogs
are a lot easier to please. Captain
doesn’t care that I’m plain and old.

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